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But in all seriousness.

You are going to HATE me for this chapter.

Xxx.

But it had been 12 days.

Because after that smile with Jamie, after he soared up into the sky, he was plagued.

Jack bit his lip, drifting over the frosted clouds. He had gotten attacked, pulled into something else. He had felt it, he had felt himself drift from where he was supposed to be. It felt like Pitch, that same emptiness, that same nagging feeling in the back of his skull. It made his mind blurry and his judgment hazy.

Then the visions had started. Jack remembered, quite clearly, twelve days ago he had dropped out of the sky, because he couldn't see anymore. He wasn't aiming to fall into the Sahara desert, he really wasn't. But he fell, clutching his head in his hands and smashing into the sands. He didn't even recognize that he had just fallen into heat, that his chill was slowly draining away. The heat was overtaking him, but that's not what he focused on. It was the visions flashing in his mind, of Jamie's blood dripping onto his hands, of Tooth strung up on a tree, of Bunny splashed against the wall, of North ripped to pieces, Sandy melted into bone and ash.

Then he had woken up, panting and letting out choked sobs of heat and withering chills. Then he fell, he fell into a wavering state of warmth and cold, desperately trying to latch onto the frost that marked his life. Jamie, nothing made sense.

Four days later he had woken up, back at North's, with Tooth's quivering eyes in his face and Bunny's worried frown behind her. She had squeezed him so hard he choked up snow, and then blubbered in his shirt and went on and on about how she had found his rotting form in the desert. Then he had gripped her face in his hands, still shaking.

"What day is it?"

Twelve fucking days.

So he jumped out of bed, no matter how much frost he was spraying all over the place, and had burst into the night sky. Jamie was waiting for him.

He just hoped he wasn't too late.

"Jamie!" He shouted as he pounded on the side window, pressing his cheeks against the glass and letting out a shaky breath. He let out a choked sob, he couldn't, he didn't mean to.

If he had been thinking, he would've been more worried that someone tried to literally kill him, a Guardian. But Jamie was all that mattered, all that mattered really. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back and he was expecting those big, brown eyes, with the lovely, tousled hair.

He got something a little more scary. Slightly smaller, tired eyes with long, hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail. Sophie. Her eyes changed from tired to furious in a few, short moments. The window was pulled back and her hands coiled their way into his sweatshirt. She brought him inside, throwing him on the floor. He didn't fight, he didn't want to. She opened her mouth, her face twisted in anguish and shaking with emotion. Jack could feel radiating off her. He was still shaking, and to be honest, he felt like he could melt into a icy puddle right there and then.

"Where have you been!" She shouted. "Do you have any idea what you've done to Jamie, he won't come out, and he won't talk to anyone."

Jack didn't reply, he let his face hang low and his hair cover his eyes. She fumed.

"He's already got trust issues, he's already got everything else. He trusted you more than anyone else! And what did you do, you left him for almost two weeks! He can't take that, he really can't!" She moved to kick him, but Jack put up no defense.

After a few shaking, silent moments, she huffed and pulled her foot back. She crossed her arms and sighed, letting out the raw anger she'd been holding in and replacing it with sadness. She shook her head, rubbing her temples. Jack finally ripped up his head to see her, his mouth curving down into a deep frown. He pushed himself up, leaning on a nearby sofa for support. He teetered on his feet, before coiling them up and hovering.

"Why didn't you come back..?" She whispered.

He shook his head. "I was attacked, mentally. I feel into the desert, with no protection on my powers, and I almost fell out of existence."

She looked at him oddly. "Really? Who'd attack a Guardian?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. But they almost killed me, again. I am sorry, I am so sorry. " He stopped. "Where's Jamie?"

She looked to the doorway, curving into a hallway and showing and inch or two of stairs. He nodded.

"The second door to your right." She mumbled. He began to float towards the door and turned back to look at her for a split second, her eyes were welling up, her form limp.

"Please." Her eyes were begging. "Please, help him."

Jack got to the door faster than he would've liked. He took a deep breath, turning the knob and slipping inside.

The room was dark, a small bed pushed in the corner and an metal desk in the other. Several cardboard boxes were scattered around the room, some empty, others overflowing with items that Jack had recognized from days earlier. A purple Lava lamp was plugged into the wall, sitting on the floor awkwardly. The room was undecorated, it was cold and tired. Jack felt anguish seep into his form, it was as if the room itself was depressed, pulled into shadows and darkness. Jack didn't like it. The window was curved, sitting directly across from him. It pushed out into a small windowsill, adorned by two cabinets on either side. Jamie sat, his eyes to the window, his knees to his chest.

He didn't turn when Jack entered the room.

Jack placed his feet on the ground, wobbled a bit, and began to walk over. Jamie still didn't turn. Jack approached him, placing a chilled hand on his shoulder. He couldn't seem to retract his frost right now, it was still pumping wildly in his body. Jamie tensed an turned his head around. Jack tensed.

His eyes were more tired than before, with deep indents of fatigue circling them. He looked older, even in the pale moonlight, and his hands were shaking on top of his knees. His eyes filled with surprise, and then sadness, dropping down into something Jack couldn't quite decipher. Like he was numb.

"Jamie.." He moved to embrace him, but Jamie shot out a hand on his chest.

"Don't. You'll only leave again." He looked Jack in the eyes. "They always leave."

Jack felt himself become weighed down with guilt. No, he didn't mean. No, he should've been more careful. Who was that, taking him away from Jamie? What was this?

He shuddered. "Jamie, I'm sorry. Someone attacked me and I-I didn't know. Please, I won't leave. Jamie I love you." It slipped out, he couldn't help it. He felt like he would be crushed with all the emotion hovering around him, it was thick and made his eyes sting.

Jamie shrugged and turned around. "No. They always leave. Dad, Mom, even you."

"Jamie."

Jamie spun around, making Jack stumble back. His eyes were burning, rimmed with tears. He was shaking still, his voice cracked. "No! You're a liar! They always leave! And it's always my fault, my fault that my mother is gone, that my father is gone. " He coughed. "Even you!"

Jack held his breath.

"GO! Just go! Please!" He whimpered, crumpling into a ball and falling onto the floor, sobbing.

Jack felt his heart break, how was he supposed to deal with this. "Jamie, let me help. I won't leave. I promise. Please!" He begged, his voice becoming ragged.

"N-no"

He reached his hand out towards the lamp, the fingers curling around the shape. He ripped it from the plug, looking up at Jack with shaking eyes and a curled expression. Jack tensed, raising his hands and trying to coil a snow defense. He made a shaky shield, his hands shaking as the frost threatened to turn Jamie's room into an iceberg.

The lava hit his snow, making steam foam up around him.

Oh it burned. Jack tried to keep in his screams, biting his lips as the purple liquid pushed through the snow and splattered onto his face. It was like everything was tossing inside him, he felt it seep through his sweatshirt and burn his skin.

His head pounded, he felt dizzy. The world was crumbling in his mind, Jamie's shouts muffled as he felt the warmth and the chill touch for a split second, creating a burst of energy.

White blinded his vision as he felt himself let go of the frost.

Xxx

Yeah, Idk if Jack would get that hurt, but I just made it that way.

I do what I want biatches.